Sarah and I went running at Rancho San Antonio. Energy and spirits are always up until we face the first big hill. Forcing ourselves to keep moving, we jogged slowly up the hill. We decided quickly to save our conversation for the top when we were able to catch our breath. The second part of the trail is mostly downhill and has many turns and bridges so we were able to pick up the pace a little more. The end is always the worst as the trail levels out and then widens into a straight path to the car. We felt pretty good about ourselves.. the second day was easier than the first day. 

"If you can run 3 miles, you can run a marathon!" Sarah boldly claims after our 3 mile jog. This is typical of our running/workout habits. We often make big statements, to build up our self-esteem and make us feel like we are exercise superstars. You could go ahead and call us Chuck Norris. 

It is common knowledge, post-run, should include some sort of food that will put back on all the calories you just burnt off. This is also typical of our workout habits. Although we decided to skip the in&out and pizza this time, we had a decision on our hands.. Chilis or Fresh Choice. This was a dilemma as Chili's obviously just sounds better than Fresh Choice, but in an effort to at least simulate healthiness we decided to go for the Fresh Choice. For those of you who haven't been to Fresh Choice, it is basically a salad/pasta/soup buffet. Now this all sounds good in theory. However, it was a disastrous choice.

We pull in to the Fresh Choice parking lot and literally see Chili's next to us. Turning our backs on the wonderful goodness of Chili's salads (and chips), we bravely enter Fresh Choice. I knew something was going to go horribly wrong as soon as I saw the lettuce. It was looking a little wimpy and wilted. It all went downhill from there. After paying our $13 for a salad we waded through the sea of swarming children (apparently it was 'take your kid to get questionable salad' at Fresh Choice day). I chose a booth to sit in and as Sarah sat down she sat way down. Although she is two inches taller than me standing up, the one side of the booth is like five inches lower than the other side.

I decided to try some raw broccoli since I don't really like broccoli raw but thought I would expand my tastebuds. As I was eating my broccoli later, I smell poop. Straight up poop. I don't know where the smell was coming from. Probably some crazy lady was changing her dirty child on the table next to us. Thanks to the aroma of child poop, raw broccoli now has a nasty association for me. 

As we are attempting to eat in peace, a ten year old overweight boy is muttering "six six six six six" under his breath while his friends are rolling around on the ground. This was rather disturbing and we tried to focus on our disgusting mish mash of food in front of us. 

Sarah got some spaghetti which looked bloody... There was mysterious white liquid in the nacho dish.. there were fruit loops by the cobbler...

We somehow managed to make it out with our dignity.. 

Let this serve as a warning.. Fresh Choice is not the right choice.